In the Archipelago of Kwee
Most fond is my memory.
It was there I listened to God.
No, please don’t think me odd.
Quietly, did I spend my time
While gentle waves cleansed my mind.
Deeper than I’ve ever been
Into my heart, my mind, my sins.
Judgment is not what I found
When upon my knees on the sand was the sound.
The sound of an angel’s wings
Unmistakable that sound from all things.
Gently, as if laid upon hands,
Found the tears flowing from this man.
Release from years of regret
Found me prostrate for which I’ll not forget.
Spiritual was my release
To forgive, forget and to cease.
As the sun set upon that day,
With the tide were my fears swept away.
Now I’m back in the land of the sword
Free to live as a true child of the Lord.
Kevin Parish 
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